Journal

Thoughts & Essays

About Vulnerability

About Vulnerability

There is a cultural misconception that vulnerability is weakness.
I believe it is the opposite. If one can embrace the place in their psyche that is the most tender, one can draw an endless aliveness. 

So Far? So Close…

So Far? So Close…

About Grief, Clean Pain & Dirty Pain.   The morning of October 7th & the days that followed had a texture that we all unmistakably & viscerally recognized: What used to be is no more. In a snap, the time had reorganized around a new axis: there will...

Exhausted

Exhausted

Sometimes in 2022 in Brooklyn, NY. My bike needs some tuning & my body is out of whack. My head is buzzing like a beehive. I am exhausted. My lower back is aching, Sharp pain is rolling down my left leg; it was behind my heart yesterday. Like a little creature...

About a Sour Cherry Tart, a Coat that Came Undone & November Winds

About a Sour Cherry Tart, a Coat that Came Undone & November Winds

To follow, a story I feel compelled to write & share with all of you.
It is the tale of a dream about a sour cherry tart, the image of a coat that came undone & the November winds colliding together and how it all helped me make sense of my new reality.
And more importantly, amidst the absolute collective mayhem we are in, connect it with the broader reality.

Normal Injustice

Normal Injustice

A few days before the world officially collapsed, I was talking to a friend who works for a big corporation.
As the conversation rolled onto politics, he expressed his wishes for the fall 2020: normalcy.
He just wanted (and I am sure even more so now) to go back to normal:
When I pressed him to define what was “normal” for him, he exploded: “Well Catherine, just normal! I want a normal president like Bush, Clinton or Obama! I want everything to just go back to what we had, a normal president, normal news, normal injustice!
Everything is too much right now”.

How I Snapped out of my Food Coma

How I Snapped out of my Food Coma

The deep connection that I have now with food has evolved over the course of the years.
It has not been as linear as one would think.
Looking back, it is truly with the birth of my 1st child that I reclaimed my ancestral relationship with food & started feeding myself & those around me, at home & in my businesses with my guts, and not with my brain.

The Blue Arrow

The Blue Arrow

“What is next for you, Catherine, now?”
It is the opening night of Maison May.
Susan, a neighbor, is planted right in front of me.
I can only smile, I am too tired to cry.
“What’s next? Well, growing that new business. And then after, I don’t know yet”.
People like success stories that are fast & furious.
Real life has a different pace.
When at last I was able to ask myself that question, a new paradigm emerged.

On Raising Boys, Growing a Vision & Harvesting

On Raising Boys, Growing a Vision & Harvesting

In the spring 2008, I took a sharp turn. It involved first & foremost, to pick up my children & run from home in order for us all to be safe, physically & emotionally. I will of course never forget that day. Its color, its texture: it was bright red &...